Mu Qing's sword was very fast.
Like thunder, in the blink of an eye, the white Lihuo sword energy sprang up from the sword body, one step ahead of the dagger, and shot towards Bai Hu's eyebrows.
Bai Hu's shoulders moved slightly, and the Snow King Sword was neatly erected in front of his eyebrows, without any fluctuation in his aura.
The sound of "嗗嗗" sounded, and then there was a loud explosion of anger.
After Lihuo Sword Qi, which had always ignored physical obstacles, collided with Snow King's Sword, it failed to pass through. Instead, it seemed to fall into the snow-white lake in winter.
When boiling oil meets white snow, it seems that boiling oil has no disadvantages. However, when there is enough white snow, the white Lihuo Sword Qi with a destructive aura is quickly consumed completely.
"Ding——" It was only then that the dagger in Mu Qing's hand collided with the Snow King Sword.
The translucent red sword tip collided with the sword body as white as snow, as if the newly forged sword was quenched in cold water. White mist evaporated with sparks flying, illuminating the faces of the two men who did not give in at all.
The fireworks blooming at night are very beautiful, not to mention the white smoke steaming and billowing endlessly, falling under everyone's gaze, like gods and men fighting in the sky.
The dagger in Mu Qing's hand was a gift from the hand of Huaifeng Huatuo and Zhang Shaoyao. It came from the same place as the formation stones in the eyes of the Lingwu Formation. It has been naturally forged by molten magma for thousands of years in the volcano. It is the most resistant to high temperatures. .
So even though the sparks were flying everywhere, the dagger carrying a lot of high temperature still didn't deform at all.
But it is a pity that although the fireworks at night are beautiful, they are not as long-lasting as the shooting stars in the sky.
It is difficult for a man to hold on to a sword until it is broken.
As soon as the blow passed, Mu Qing couldn't hold on anymore.
The green-gold flowing light on his body became much dimmed, and could no longer flow out of his chest.
Bai Hu immediately noticed Mu Qing's change. He shouted softly and flipped the sword in his hand, changing it to Jianfeng himself and Mu Qing.
The white tiger shouted loudly, and slashed down the dagger in Mu Qing's hand. It hit the dagger grid with a "ding-dong" sound. At such a distance, Mu Qing's wrist was strained, and his entire sword-holding arm had to deflect. aside.
Mu Qing even recovered a lot at this time. Knowing that he could not retreat even if he wanted to, he immediately picked up his other hand and held it firmly on the wrist holding the sword.
The white tiger's teeth intertwined and he took half a step forward.
Mu Qing leaned his upper body back, used his strength to retract his elbows, and blocked the Snow King Sword with the blade of his dagger.
At this time, the two swords intersected, and no half-dead sword energy leaked out. The scene when the sword body seemed to be surging with rapids would be truly thrilling in the eyes of those who could understand.
With such momentum building up, as long as one side dares to retreat, the sword energy piled up like snow peaks on the other side's sword will tilt toward the other side like a huge avalanche.
There is no chance that the person being attacked will survive.
Murong Xiu Ming stretched his neck, narrowed his phoenix eyes and looked expectantly.
Huaifenghua, who was closest to Mu Qing and Baihu, had actually arrived, but for some reason, the sword energy that seemed to be stacked on top of each other by the two of them felt the foreign sword energy surrounding Huaifenghua. Mu Qing and Mu Qing created a field that cannot be broken for the time being.
Mu Qing did it unintentionally, but Bai Hu, who left his back to Huai Fenghua, did so intentionally.
The Snow King Sword was like a piece of natural clear snow jade, which sent chills through his body. Mu Qing tried his best to resist, but the arm holding the sword was still getting colder and weaker.
Bai Hu's eyes reflected Mu Qing's stubborn face. His face was calm and there wasn't much emotion visible, but in his heart he already regarded Mu Qing as a monster with hidden agendas. He raised his eyebrows and exhaled a filthy breath. , took a step directly towards Mu Qing.
With this step, mud and sand rolled in, and sword energy arose from the ground.
It was clearly an early summer night, but deep inside, Mu Qing felt that he was at the end of winter.
A streak of snowy sword energy is like a heavy goose feather snow, and the sword energy rolling up from the ground is like a tornado of snow blown by the north wind.
"It's one of the unique moves in the Snow King's sword manual, sweeping up the ground with flying snow." Murong Xing stood up at some point and came to Murong Xiuming's side.
"Being able to die under this move is an advantage for him." Murong Xiu Ming's voice sounded a bit happy. Murong Xing saw the corners of his mouth raised and chuckled.
Mu Qing was at the center of the sword energy storm, with no way to escape or retreat at this moment.
It really happened that the house was leaking and it rained all night, and the already extremely dim light covering his body completely disappeared at this moment.
This meant that the mysterious power pouring out of his chest had been completely exhausted. Mu Qing staggered, his bones creaking, and his whole body was so sore that he immediately wanted to use Ten Thousand Poisons to return to the clan, but unfortunately Bai Hu didn't give it to him at all. At the slightest chance, the power from Snow King's sword quickly poured towards him.
Mu Qing shouted loudly, blood holes burst out in his shoulders, and he reluctantly used Ten Thousand Poisons to return to his sect. The spiritual mist around him surged towards him crazily.
Mu Qing's thighs were tight, his muscles clinging to his trouser legs, and he stood upright. However, in the blink of an eye, his trouser legs were completely broken, and he was about to kneel on the ground as soon as his knees bent.
The decline is irreversible.
It was only at this moment that Mu Qing, who had not used any external force, felt the terrifying strength of the white tiger.
Murong Xing, who was in the distance, suddenly looked away and looked behind Bai Hu with complicated eyes.
He looked at the white figure in the distance, and then moved his eyes to Huai Cao Shi. Chen Qing deliberately maintained a slow fighting rhythm with the girls in Wanhua Valley, but Huai Cao Shi was like a crazy woman at this time, and his moves were extremely fierce. , Chen Qing also showed real fire.
Murong Xing sighed softly: "I was wrong. These women in Wanhua Valley are all..."
"They are all fucking lunatics." Murong Xiuming narrowed his eyes with an angry look on his face.
Ning Chu, who had taken a breather for a while, happened to look towards Mu Qing. Upon seeing this, he immediately screamed and rushed over there.
The white figure was getting faster and faster, and had already plunged into the sword energy storm.
Huai Fenghua's hair bun has long been messy, her white clothes soaked in blood have lost her former peaceful appearance.
She stared blankly at Mu Qing, who was teetering in the depths of the sword energy but unable to escape. Her eyes were clear and firm, and her expression was unusually gentle.
The grass is overturned and the mud and sand are falling. At this moment, that is the most dangerous place.
But she just held an iron sword upside down and killed him.
"Don't come here!!!" Mu Qing looked over Bai Hu's shoulder and shouted loudly.
Bai Hu snorted coldly, and the sword energy tornado that illuminated the night sky around him was slightly quiet, and the next moment it collapsed and rolled crazily.
Huaifenghua held the sword with both hands, followed the speed of the sword energy tornado, and thrust out a silent but powerful sword.
Huaifenghua still chose to use her own essence and blood as a guide for the sword. Her steps became faster and faster, and she actually hit the collapsed sword energy and ran in without any use.
The sharp sword energy tornado was as solid as a towering snow peak. How dare anyone dare to hit it with flesh and blood?
The Snow King Sword has spirit. Offended by the ants, the sword trembled slightly. The sword energy that was originally directed towards Mu Qing stopped collapsing, determined to tear the woman who had bumped into it into pieces first.
The collision between sword energy and sword energy can also be silent, just like a stone being thrown into the rapids quickly, disappearing quickly, and finally sinking somewhere, mixed with the sand.
Feeling that the familiar and kind breath was quickly disappearing, Mu Qing opened his mouth wide, his throat squirmed, and he wanted to scream, but his stomach seemed to have been filled with countless kilograms of ignited spirits, which burned him. He could only retch out a few mouthfuls of blood.
His mind went blank for a while, but he always held onto one thought: If he didn't save others, he would have no relatives in this world.
He was obviously as anxious as if he was being roasted on a fire, but his thinking was so slow that he couldn't think of any way to save Huai Fenghua. Mu Qing missed the power he had felt in ignorance just now. A thunder seemed to explode in his mind, and he couldn't help thinking. I really shouted in my heart: "Meng Zhang!!!"
"Well, are you willing to accept my power?"
"Yes, I do." Mu Qing raised his head and shouted directly.
The white tiger's scalp that was so close to Mu Qing went numb. His eyes widened. He clenched the Snow King Sword with both hands and was about to slash at Mu Qing. The storm of sword energy in the distance that was about to take away Huaifenghua's life seemed to have sensed its owner. His thoughts are also pouring towards Mu Qing.
Ning Chu flew over and supported Huaifenghua, who fell straight to the ground.
Murong Xiu Ming and Murong Xing took a step forward at the same time.
The snow-white sword light illuminated the foot of the Ten Thousand Flowers Valley tonight. The white tiger greeted Mu Qing with the Snow King Sword, as if he had picked up a snow peak and smashed it down on Mu Qing's head.
"Such power? I'm afraid that the corpse will be completely destroyed without any bones left?" Murong Xiu Ming slowly exhaled a breath of filthy air. For some reason, even he thought it was ridiculous. At a certain moment just now, he actually gave birth to the other person. The thought that I'm afraid I won't die.
How is this possible?
"How is that possible..." Murong Xing murmured.
Murong Xiu Ming's pupils shrank violently and he immediately looked intently.
I saw the snow-white sword energy pouring out crazily, and due to the light, everything should have been purified and no longer existed in this world, but after the dazzling sword energy beam fell, there was clearly a figure in it, as tall and motionless as a mountain.
Mu Qing moved his feet slightly, standing upright slowly against the falling sword energy and the Snow King Sword in front of him.
Green light was flowing all over his body, and the pure golden color in the blue light turned into a dazzling golden dragon that was swimming happily and wantonly throughout his body.
Bai Hu roared angrily, and his seven orifices began to bleed. The Snow King Sword in his hand hit the dagger crazily, but he could not move forward at all.
And after that bright sword energy hit Mu Qing's head, the sword energy flew wildly. Compared with the sparks caused by the collision between swords, the scene at this moment in the eyes of others was no less than a meteorite falling from the sky. Scattered and fell into the world.
Such power cannot be resisted directly by human flesh and blood.
People who saw this scene had different expressions, but they also had such an idea in their minds.
After the golden dragon wandered around in a circle, it hovered between Mu Qing's eyebrows. He raised his eyes to look at the white tiger, with cyan thunder brewing in his eyes.
Bai Hu lost his composure for the first time tonight and asked in a sharp voice: "You monster, who are you?"
The thunder in Mu Qing's eyes suddenly flickered and then disappeared. After a few flashes, his eyes returned to normal. He sneered and said, "Before you die, I will carve it on your head."
As he spoke, Mu Qing let go of the dagger in his hand, reached out to hold the Snow King Sword with one hand, and used the other hand as a claw to directly grab the protector's forehead.
